The Mother With One Eye

Photo Courtesy: Fran Ullola via Flickr
Photo Courtesy: Fran Ullola via Flickr

I came across this story that simply broke my heart and reminded me of an important lesson: never judge a person until you know exactly of what made them the way they are…

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”

My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”

And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

“My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your Mother.”


  1. I hope very much this story isn’t true, actually. There’s a man who has written a book in Australia – just launched – called UGLY. He was born with a tumour that pushed his eyes apart & even his mother hesitated to bring him home. She asked his siblings who WITHOUT HESITATION said yes, bring him home. She did, & many operations followed – some which threatened his sight & his life. One of his brothers said “Why bother being beautiful if you can’t even see yourself in the mirror” and a penny dropped, & he at 14 decided to stop the operations. He lived with being “ugly”. His book is an inspiration.

    Can’t believe this child rejected his mother so – all about an eye! just an eye!! I really do hope it’s not true.

    Great post though 🙂 Thought provoking, Coach.


  2. Great story, I must say that even if the story isn’t true it holds a metaphor that is really important to look at. We often reject things based on how they look, even if it isn’t a true story it reflects the condition of the heart. I know for myself when I judge others this way it’s simply a reflection of what’s in my heart. If we look at what we see with our natural eyes ugly will always be ugly, but when we look with our spiritual eyes we will see the beauty of God’s creation.


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